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Subject: the golfers wife

From: redragon@interserv.com

Date: 24 Sep 1995 23:54:39 GMT







I have been reading this newsgroup for some time now and decided to

try my own hand at creating something original. 

The following story contains sex between men and women.  It contains

some narrative elements as well so be patient.  If this is not your

thing hit -N- now, or whatever.  Feel free to make copies for

yourself and others, of legal age naturally.  I retain all copyrights

to this story.  Those trying to pass this story off as their own

will be hunted down by a pack of vicious bunny rabbits

Enjoy!!























We were nearing the end of the round on a brilliantly perfect summer's

afternoon.  We were on the seventeenth hole, a longish par three over

water of about 180 yards, as I watched Alison step up to the tee in

preparation for her stroke.  I had been giving her lessons for the

past two months at the Brookhaven country club and she had been making

remarkable progress both on and off the course.  I had been working

as an assistant pro at the club since I had failed once again to

regain my tour card through the qualifying matches.  To supplement my

meager income and grandiose dreams, I gave lessons at the club and

Alison fell into my lap one day when the head pro, Jack Wilson, had

scheduled a conflicting lesson with the ex-wife of one of the local

nabobs.

     "Sorry to bother you, son, but I simply must show Mrs.

Davidson the finer points of putting today so you must take that

Alison child off my hands."  He had a way of speaking with that

pretentious air of a British lordship that made me want to give him

a good clout in the back of his cropped head with a well used three

iron.

     It was an open secret that he had been banging Mrs. Davidson for

some time now and as she had been on vacation the past two weeks the

old bastard was probably ready to cream in his tartan slacks the

minute he saw her.  In a way I couldn't blame him, for even though

Mrs. Lisa Davidson was in her late thirties, she still had a figure

that could compete with most of the college women with whom I had

attended school.  She also possessed a high degree of intelligence

as she had successfully managed her own financial consulting firm

after she had left her her husband, who rumor had it, couldn't

manage his way around the boardroom or the bedroom.  I had to wonder

though why she had been hanging around with Jack.  Still, some

nights while I was away from my girlfriend I had fantasized about

Mrs. Davidson on her knees in front of me with her perfectly shaped

scarlet lips caressing my stiff member.  I would cum in my hand

thinking about her, but it seemed unlikely that I would get any

opportunity to realize my fantasy.

     I thought back to when I started at the club two months ago.

I was two years out of college and I had just been bounced off the

tour for failing to make enough cuts.  The money I made was just

enough to buy a well-used '79 Porsche 911 and to pay for my hotel

and food expenses.  I snapped out of my reverie as the pert young

figure of Alison Traven strode up to me four our first lesson.  "You

must be Scott, she smiled seductively as she walked over to the

practice green.  They told me in the clubhouse that you were giving

me the lesson today."  I paused slightly as I looked her over.  She

had medium length black hair pulled back with a pink barrette with

showed off her tanned aquiline face admirably.  A pink Izod knit

top covered her bosom and a black skirt stopping just above her

knees of her athletically shaped legs completed her figure.  I guessed

she was about five feet seven, rather tall for seventeen, but she

was still six inches shorter than me.  Completing the ensemble she

wore white golf sock and black golf spikes.  I glanced back up until

I met her azure eyes which seemed to hold my gaze for a second until

I was able to blurt out, "It's very good to make your acquaintance."

     "Let's get started, she said after shaking my proffered hand,

I want to get in thirty-six holes today."  Alison began striding to

the first tee.  For I second I hesitated unused to her directness

then I quickly hastened after her.  For a high school senior she

appeared all business, not at all like some of the rich snobs I

got as pupils who just want it to be known that they were members

of the exclusive club.

     As we reached the first tee I saw Alison turn and wave to a very

elegant woman dressed in a designer outfit standing at the clubhouse.

"That can't be your mother, is it?", I asked as I stared appreciatively.

"Of course it is, silly, don't you notice the resemblance?, she stated

rhetorically.  She just wants to make sure that I'm in good hands."

     Steady and calm yourself son, I said to myself inwardly mocking

the tone of Jack Wilson.  This is just a job and remember your

girlfriend.  I wasn't vain enough to think that every skirt I saw would

instantly want to jump into bed with me and my college education was

supposed to have endowed me with a sense of the equality of women.  Why

then, did I wonder, how it would feel to have Alison or her mother

splayed naked on all fours in front of me.

     Walking the course and playing tennis kept the fat off my six foot

one inch frame and I managed to keep my sandy blonde hair trimmed at

least once a month.  My nails were clean and I took pride in my clothes.

I remained in reverie thinking until I smacked into the ball washer

tipping it over and nearly falling myself.  "Maybe I should be giving

you lessons today," Alison said as she clasped a hand over her full

lips to keep from laughing out loud.  I began to laugh and that broke

the ice and from that point on she always demanded that I give her

lessons.

     We became fast friends that first day together on the course and

she teasingly referred to me as her "master" whenever I corrected

the mechanics of her swing.  Today, two months later on the fifteenth

hole, I indicated that she was taking the club back too fast which was

causing some errant shots.  "So 'master' Scott, show me how it's done,"

she coyly inquired.  I hit the same shot with the ball landing on the

green and backing up to within twenty feet of the hole and turned to

smile at her.  "Let me demonstrate with you."  I stood close behind her

with my hands covering hers.  The aroma of her perfume wafted gently

in the air which made my knees go slightly weak.  I pulled her hands

back ever so slowly along with the club and for a second I felt her

delicious tight ass rub against my cock through my shorts.  It twitched

slightly from the contact and her girlish smell while I slowly brought

the club back down in the correct technique.  I backed away wondering

whether she had done it on purpose or accident, but the innocent look

in her eyes gave me reason to doubt the former impression.

     We started walking towards the green and suddenly Alison stopped and

stared over at the pines lining the sixteenth fairway.  I turned to look

and saw Mrs. Davidson among the trees kneeling with her skirt flipped

up over her upraised ass and her arms outstretched while Jack Wilson

knelt behind her.  She was moaning in ecstasy demanding that Jack fuck

her harder.  Jack plunged his cock rhythmically into her narrow furrow

with his tartan slacks dangling around his ankles with his Scottish golf

cap askew from his exertions.  There was no one else nearby while we

gazed transfixed until Alison started laughing out loud.  At that moment

Jack turned and saw us staring with a look of surprise and horror in his

eyes.  He just had time to pull out and cum in several thick spurts on

the beautiful upraised ass of Mrs. Davidson.  "Damn it Jack, why did

you pull out, she yelled, you never were much good except for licking

my ass."  She turned around and saw Alison and I staring and laughing

riotously as she and Jack struggled to their feet and rearranged their

clothing.  They hurried off leaving her silk panties where it lay among

the pine needles.

     By the time we got to the sixteenth fairway they had long gone,

but Alison and I were still laughing over the incident.  As we neared

the trees Alison let a yell, "I think this is the first time anyone

has lost their panties on the golf course.  I hope she took a stroke

and distance, the randy bitch."  I came over as Alison held the black

silk panties gingerly between two fingers.  The crotch was still damp

from her excitement and I could smell the powerful remnants of womanly

desire as I got a closer look.  With a wicked gleam in her eye Alison

threw them at me.  "I think we should pay a little visit to Mrs.

Davidson tonight and return these to her, don't you think?"  Alison

grinned mischeviously as I could only nod in agreement wondering what

her high school brain was up to.

     On the seventeenth hole in the middle of her swing Alison suddenly

started giggling and dumped her shot in the middle of the pond.  "What's

so funny, I demanded.  Try doing that in the middle of a tournament and

everyone is going to be wondering what sort of drugs you're on."  I

tried to contain my anger as I waited for an answer.

     Alison looked at me smiling.  "I just couldn't help thinking about

what Mrs. Davidson said and that look on that idiot Wilson's face when

he saw us."  I relaxed into laughter and promised her that we would

return our little souvenir tonight.

     We finished up the round and I watched her depart with her mother

but not before she made me promise again and I tld her that I would be

there around 8:30 to pick her up.  She gave my arm a little squeeze and

said she would be waiting.  She would fix it with her mother that we

were going out for a pizza and a movie.  I wondered how her mother

agree to some college grad taking out her teenage daughter.  I had

exchanged the usual pleasantries with Ms. Ingrid Traven from time

to time after her daughter's lessons, but she didn't necessarily appear

to be that liberal.

     I let the thought pass as I went to the locker room to stow my

clubs and shoes.  I found Jack Wilson waiting for me with a look of

worry on his face.  "Listen, sonny boy, er, if it got around that I

was doing those sorts of things on the course I could lose my job

here.  Promise me you'll keep this quiet and I'll make your life here

a little bit easier."

    I sat down and slowly untied my spikes, not looking at him for fear

of laughing, as I thought the matter over.  If I got him fired there was

no chance that I would be made head pro, nor was I sure if I really

wanted that job.  On the other hand I realized I could use this

knowledge to my advantage, the benefits of a college degree I suppose,

so I told Jack that keep my silence he would have to let me pay a

little visit to Mrs. Davidson and also pay two hundred a month.  I

knew he was making decent money giving lessons to some of the rich old

dames who would never improve and two hundred was a reasonable offer,

but he hesitated about Mrs. Davidson.  "I'm not sure that she would

want to see you, especially after today.  She's used to having...how

shall I put it, her own way in those situations," he argued.

     "Well then, you're just going to have to make sure that she

bloody well does want to see me, I said mocking his intonation.  I

suggest you use the phone and let her know that I'll be over around

9:00 p.m. and she had better be ready.  I'll keep Alison quiet as

well," I reassured him.  In truth, Jack didn't have much choice so

he made the call and after a bit of explaining he came back with a

satisfactory answer.  "She'll be waiting for you, he simply stated.

In fact, I was getting a little tired of her.  I mean that she would

make me do degrading things and then she would complain that she was

too tired to satisfy me."

     "Don't worry Jack, leave her to me."  I began to consider after

he left how I would handle Mrs. Davidson, but then I remembered the

panties and her social position.  The wheels started turning.

Fortunately, I had separated amicably from my girlfriend a week ago,

but unfortunately I remembered the promise to bring Alison along.

Perhaps her mother wouldn't let her go out after all.

     It was six thirty and I had time to grab a quick sandwich from

the club's restaurant before I left.  By the time I finished it was

almost seven as I opened the door of the Porsche.  I had managed to

find it in relatively good condition with the exception of a few

dents in the body.  For five G's I considered it a wise investment.

Those damn Germans did know how to build cars, I thought as I pulled

out of the lot.

     I tossed the keys on the kitchen table of the apartment after I

arrived home, and reached for the Macallan.  I poured a hefty double

shot with just a dash of water and drank half of it down.  The familiar

taste percolated up from within leaving a smoky flavor on my tongue.

I made my way to the shower and started it as I peeled off my golfing

clothes.  I finished the scotch and was ready to step in when the phone

rang.  "Damn, who could that be," I wondered aloud. When I picked up the

sweet voice of Alison came giggling from the other end.  "I've arranged

everything with mother so I'll be expecting you at the agreed time.

I'll be bringing the polaroid to catch the expression on her face when

you present our souvenir."  I hesitated and then replied, "I think

maybe we should just leave her alone for now.  I'm pretty bushed from

our round and I was just planning to stay in and read some of Gibson's

latest novel."

     I detected a rising note of anger in her voice when she responded

to the effect that I had better pick her up or she would tell everyone

what she saw.  I saw my planned tryst and extra cash disappearing faster

than the scotch so I promised I would still be there.  "That's better,

she cooed into the phone, I be waiting for you."  I heard the click

of a dead receiver and wondered what I had gotten myself into this time.

College didn't prepare me for this, I thought, as I gingerly stepped

into the steaming spray.  I winced slightly as the water pelted my

cock, which was beginning to grow as I thought of the possible

scenarios between myself and Mrs. Davidson.  "Down boy, down," I

ordered futilely as I lathered my skin with soap.

     I stepped out twenty minutes later, toweled off, and poured

another Macallan.  My cock strained in impatience against the fabric.

It may not have porn stud size, but at seven inches it knew how to

please a woman.  That and my tongue, which aside from learning a fair

degree of elocution in school, had also practiced at stimulating

certain areas of the opposite sex.

     I dressed in black linen trousers and loafers before applying

Chanel cologne and drying my hair.  A touch of gel, a cream cotton

shirt, and black linen jacket finished the job.  The heat of the

day had given way to a cool breeze coming in off the Atlantic.  I

strapped on my Fossil and checked the time.  Eight o'clock.  Still time

as I lit a Marlboro and poured one more shot savoring the growing

warmth.

     Twenty minutes later I stepped out into the night air and revved

the engine.  I made my way over to the address Alison had provided.

Greed had overridden caution I thought as I pulled up to her house.

It was more of an estate than a house and located in an exclusive

neighborhood.  Alison had explained that her mother was used to

living in a certain style of luxury and the house gave Alison a

sense of adventure.  It was in the manner of a chateaux with a long

curving pebbled driveway to the door.

     Alison was waiting by the entrance with her mother as I strode

up.  For a moment I forgot she was just a teenager.  She was wearing

a silk turquoise blouse complementing her azure eyes and a black silk

skirt stopping at mid-thigh with black stockings and pumps.  Around her

waist was an expensive gold belt and she wore a snug choker around her

slender neck with a dangling ornament which looked vaguely Egyptian in

design.  Her large black leather purse had the polaroid I presumed.

She looked like a little countess as they bade me enter.

     Her mother, Ingrid, wrapped a satin glove encased arm through

mine and led me in.  "You look very handsome, Scott, she said huskily

between a drag on her cigarette.  I think I can trust you with my

daughter.  She says you give excellent golf lessons."  Her voice had

a slight Germanic accent and she smiled knowingly while I wondered how

much Alison had told her. Ingrid had a

kind of rare beauty which couldn't be bought or made.  It seemed to

come from deep within her soul.  She had long black hair reaching

halfway down her back.  Her high cheekbones spoke of an aristocratic

heritage and her radiant blue eyes seemed to penetrate whatever she

gazed upon.  It seemed she was also going out for she had a designer

evening dress on; something from Dior or Givenchy.  It was strapless

showing off a deep vee between her large firm breasts and accenting

her slender soft neck around which draped a similar choker as her

daughter's.

     I guessed she was in her late thirties, but she could have passed

for someone ten years younger.  "I'll take good care of Alison," I

promised.  "I know you will.  I think, Alison, we must invite Scott

over sometime for dinner.  Now you two go and enjoy your film," she

smiled as she escorted us to the door.  Her tongue gently flicked out

the corner of her scarlet lips when she looked at me.  I got the uneasy

impression that she had something else in mind, but I didn't have time

to ponder the implications as I helped Alison into the car.

     "Okay, Cinderella, I said as I got in the driver's seat, what was

that all about?"  "Don't worry, she likes you, she declared giving me

a swift peck on the cheek as we turned out of the driveway.  I told her

that you were gay."  She started laughing which reinforced her age.

"You wicked girl, I laughed in reply, I don't think your mother really

believed that one.  I'm going to make you hit balls on the range until

your hands are bleeding."

     "You didn't forget to bring the panties, did you?, she asked.  And

give me a cigarette."  I looked at her in amazement.  "They're in the

back seat and you're too young to smoke, I said, as I passed her the

Marlboro Lights.  Don't you know they'll ruin your health."  Alison

only laughed and as she twisted around to reach the silk panties her

skirt rode up to reveal an inch of creamy flesh over the top of her

stockings.  I almost swerved onto the shoulder as I glimpsed the firm

flesh.  "Hey, watch what you're doing," she demanded as she straightened

her skirt and put the panties in her bag.  She pulled out the polaroid

and gave it a quick check while putting a cigarette between her ruby-

lipsticked lips.  I reached over without taking my eyes from the road

while she steadied my hand and inhaled.  I chortled as she began

coughing from the smoke.  "Don't inhale at first, just take a small

puff.  If you need something to clear your throat there's a pint of

Dewar's and some plastic cups in the glove compartment.  She reached

in a poured two glasses.  The whiskey steadied her breathing and she

tried the cigarette again being careful not to inhale.  "Okay 'master'

Scott, I think I'm getting the hang of it."  She smiled and passed

me the cigarettes.

     I lit one and inhaled deeply blowing the smoke in concentric rings

while Alison clapped in mock applause.  We were nearing the country

house of Mrs. Davidson passing a long drive of elms and oaks.  "Quite

ironic that her place should be surrounded by trees, I remarked as I

stopped the Porsche about two hundred yards from the house and cut the

lights.  Now stay here and I'll go see if everything is arranged."

     Alison protested vigorously, but finally she promised to wait in

the car until I signaled.  I stepped out and slowly approached the

house.  It was a beautiful Georgian style with the addition of two

columns in front mirroring the columns of trees lining the driveway.

I stubbed out the cigarette as I lifted the brass knocker.  Mrs.

Davidson opened after the second rap holding a cigarette in one hand

and a glass of champagne in the other.  She was wearing a silk kimono

which barely concealed her swelling breasts and just reached below the

top of her black silk stockings and garter belt.  She turned in her

spiked heels and beckoned me to follow.  "I was wondering when you

would arrive, she purred seductively, I was getting rather tired of

Jack and his limitations and you rather intrigued me despite your

laughing on the course today.  I hope you will be able to live up to

my expectations," she grinned as she reached out to stroke my growing

cock through the linen fabric.

    I closed the door behind me and she locked the catch.  Without

missing a beat, she brought her scarlet lips up to mine all the while

stroking my cock which had reached it full length.  "Why don't we get

more comfortable, she whispered slipping off her kimono.  Come over to

the settee."

     I gazed transfixed as she poured me a glass of Veuve Cliquot

and took a deep seductive inhale of her cigarette.  "As you can see

my panties somehow disappered," she laughed exhaling a long stream of

smoke.  I smiled at her reference and took a long sip of the proffered

champagne.  It was delicious and ice cold.  My blue eyes glistened

with excitement as she strode to the settee.  I took in the firm

half moons of her beautiful ass and her long slender legs.  In the

muted lighting of her living room she turned on her back on the satin

fabric of the settee and slowly spread open her legs for my view.

I came over and sat at the opposite end watching the display.  There

was a fine grain of soft blonde hairs covering the opening of her

glistening cunt lips.  The hair matched her own which was swept back

revealing the soft lines of her gorgeous visage.

     She licked her lips slowly and suggested that I might put my own

lips and tongue to good use.  I removed my clothing until only my

boxers stood between me and nakedness.  My cock had slipped through the

opening to its full seven inches as Mrs. Davidson eyed it hungrily

slipping her hands around her ample breasts.  She squeezed the teats

until they were both hardened points of lust.  I knelt over her and

kissed her full on the mouth while our tongues entwined in a dance of

pleasure.  My hands found her breasts and I squeezed them lovingly

while she slipped one finger between the folds of her cunt lips bringing

it to my mouth to savor.

     I sucked her probing finger deep in my hungry orifice tasting her

delicious pussy juice.  It was like a powerful drug hitting me.  I had

to have more and I maneuvered myself until I was positioned kneeling

on the settee between her creamy thighs spread open in invitation.  Mrs.

Davidson hooked one stockinged leg over my should digging her spiked heel

into me while at the same time pulling my head by the hair towards her

juicy cunt spreading open like the petals of a tulip.  "Lick it well,

slipper cunt lips as she pushed her thighs against my head still holding

onto my hair with her free hand.  It seemed like her cunt was on fire.

I licked and sucked greedily of her juices.  My overworked tongue slid

upwards to flick at her emerging clitoris eliciting moans of pleasure

from her.  "Yessss, that's it, she cooed.  Now put that tongue deep

inside my hot hole as well."

     Mrs. Davidson raised her leg higher and backwards so that her pussy

was even more open for my tongue.  It slipped into her hot hole while I

used to fingers to spread open her blood engorged cunt lips.  My whole

chin was becoming slick with her pussy juices as she kept a steady

rhythm pushing against me.  Some of the delicious juices leaked down

to her anus which was opening and closing seductively in an 'O'.  I

licked further to catch the juices and sensing my probing tongue

Mrs. Davidson slid her gorgeous ass forward as my tongue brushed up

against her backdoor.  "That's it, Scott, she hissed excitedly.  Lick

and suck my asshole, as well!"

     I had never tasted a woman's ass before, and now I hesitated from

trying this forbidden fruit, but I then felt the spike from her heel

coming down urging my tongue forward.  "Aaaah!," I let out a muffled

scream from the pain, but her heel had its effect.  My tongue slipped

inside her 'O' and I was rewarded with a growl of appreciation from

above.  Her asshole tasted of a fragrant musky perfume and I reasoned

correctly that she must have planned this when she agreed to see me.

She lifted both legs high now as I felt myself slipping in deeper and

deeper.  My cock was straining for release with a drop of pre-cum oozing

from its tip as it brushed against the settee.  I placed both hands on

her ass spreading the creamy cheeks further apart while my tongue

lubricated her asshole with a mixture of saliva and dripping cunt juices.

     Any thoughts about Alison in the car were completely forgotten in

the moment of pleasing this extraordinary women.  Her breathing became

more ragged and uneven in her growing excitement.  "Quickly Scott lick

my cunt again.  I'm getting ready to cum!"  I complied immediately with

my tongue slipping from her asshole and finding her juicy cunthole and

clitoris.  Back and forth my tongue flicked over her engorged clit while

I sucked in her juices.  I felt the first signs of her growing orgasm

as her thighs clamped hard around my ears.  "Yesss, yesss, yesss!, she

wailed in ecstasy when I took her clit between my teeth and tongue. I'm

cumming!!!"

     Mrs. Davidson pressed my head firmly against her opening as she

came in long spasms while I drank again and again of her nectar. Finally,

her legs and thighs stopped quivering and I knew she was finished.  As I

rose up to catch a satisfied smile on the face of Mrs. Davidson I saw

with a mixture of surprise and horror the outraged figure of Alison

Traven standing with the polaroid busily snapping away.  "So, this is

what you were doing when you left me in the car.  Well, these aren't the

only pictures I've been taking, she hissed in a tone of voice I hadn't

heard her use before.  We have a few plans of our own!!"

     I could only stare in amazement wondering what she meant by "We".



To be continued.......